2015年04月29日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 158th. week vol. 2

Your swaddling, to have dyed blood, at the railway station for going.
On the watch tower, the rising sun, to skewer.
At daybreak, a woman who envies, to get dead drunk with.
Babel it's in, to fall dawn, to do a fib unnecessary.
A monk in black, a widow to give comfort to, on pillows filled with buckwheat husks.

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